Watching Chu Fang's retreating figure, a wealthy young man asked, "Who's that?"
Guo Kaipeng replied calmly, "He's just a stranger. We happened to run into each other, so we had a meal together. Please give me face."
Upon hearing this, the group of wealthy young men nodded in agreement.
They held the Chu forces in contempt.
My politeness just now was merely a physical instinct.
Chu Fang could guess what those rich young men were thinking, so he didn't have much of an emotional reaction.
There's a saying that goes, "If you're not in the same circle, don't force yourself to fit in."
He didn't intend to integrate himself into it.
He has so many circles in Shanghai, and many people have invited him to join, but he has calmly declined them all, let alone unfamiliar circles in Beijing.
Chu Fang stepped out of the villa and looked around. The decorations were luxurious, with all the furniture made of mahogany, which was obviously very expensive.
"Good evening, young man." Just then, a soft voice came from the side. Looking in the direction of the voice, one could see an elderly man of about sixty years old, dressed in casual clothes, with a faint silver sheen in his hair and a slight smile on his face.
Chu Fang raised an eyebrow, then approached and said, "Good evening, sir."
The old man poured a cup of tea and gestured for Chu Fang to try it. The latter took a small sip, his face contorted in pain, and the old man smiled and said, "It's very bitter, isn't it?"
Chu Fang swallowed, took another sip, and said, "It's not bitter."
I don't believe it.
"No matter how bitter tea is, it can't compare to the bitterness of life."
As he finished speaking, the old man's eyes seemed to recall something: "Yes, life was hard, but you are much happier than us. Back in our day, we didn't have enough to eat or wear, we had nothing, and we ate everything we could, just trying to survive..."
here we go again!
Chu Fang didn't like chatting with the old man. After a few sentences, he would bring up things from the last century and condescendingly point out the lifestyles and values of contemporary people, comparing the two as if he had to determine which was better.
They even compare which generation suffers more, as if suffering is something to be proud of.
Chu Fang didn't want to listen to the old man's rambling, so he rudely interrupted his recollection: "Grandpa, don't advise others to be kind if you haven't experienced their suffering."
"I'm sorry." The old man returned to the real world, pondered for a moment, and said earnestly to Chu Fang, "I was rude just now."
"Let's talk about tea instead; I know a little about it."
"You understand?" The old man was somewhat surprised upon hearing this: "You young people also like to drink tea?"
"I know a little about it."
It's mainly for showing off... Chu Fang thought to himself.
The old man slowly got up and went into the villa. A short while later, he came out carrying a large pile of tea canisters.
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Bai Yan led Zhong Tingyue around the villa, introducing its decorations and furnishings, and also introducing the wealthy young men who came and went.
"They just want our contact information so they can introduce business to your studio in the future," Bai Yan said to Zhong Tingyue as they reached the corner.
Those young men were very enthusiastic towards Zhong Tingyue, wanting her contact information. Even after hearing that Chu Fang was her boyfriend, they remained enthusiastic, but she refused them all without hesitation, leaving no room for hope.
Zhong Tingyue smiled, her red lips pursed: "The contact information is available on my studio's official website. Please feel free to contact us if you have any business inquiries."
"Sigh..." Bai Yan sighed upon hearing this.
Zhong Tingyue looked around but didn't see Chu Fang. She frowned slightly. "Where's Chu Fang?"
The two then searched for Chu Fang, and after a series of troubles, they saw him outside the villa. Bai Yan's pupils dilated, and her eyes flashed with surprise.
At this moment, Chu Fang was talking at length about his knowledge of tea and sharing what the teas he had drunk tasted like. Sitting opposite him was Guo Kaipeng's grandfather, the chairman who founded the group and was the most powerful person in the Guo family, as well as the pillar of the family.
Grandpa Guo Kaipeng usually has a serious and unsmiling face, which inadvertently exudes an oppressive aura that makes everyone in the family afraid. But at this moment, he is looking at Chu Fang with a faint smile, and that aura has completely disappeared. The two seem to exist as equals.
This equality only exists when dealing with people of the same level.
Guo Kaipeng's father nudged Guo Kaipeng and asked, "Who is that?"
Guo Kaipeng scratched his face, utterly astonished. He never imagined his usually stern grandfather would have such a kind side, especially towards a stranger. He shook his head.
"My friend, but we're not very close."
A large crowd had gathered outside the villa; all were guests, listening to Chu Fang explain the origin and taste of the tea...
Zhong Tingyue looked at her boyfriend, a faint smile curving her lips.
"Huh?" Chu Fang noticed the gazes around him and finally snapped out of his pretentious world. "Why are there so many people?"
"What are you all doing out here?" Grandpa Guo Kaipeng frowned as he looked at the crowd with a serious expression. "You've disturbed my conversation with this young friend. Go back inside now."
A chill suddenly ran through everyone's hearts as a powerful aura pressed down on them. Chu Fang glanced at the time and waved his hand, saying, "It's almost ten o'clock. I'm not going to chat with you anymore. I'm going home to sleep. You should go to bed early too, and try not to stay up too late."
"Shall we talk a little longer?"
"I'm not talking anymore, it's pointless."
Grandpa Guo Kaipeng, accompanied by his son, grandson, and a group of guests, saw Chu Fang and Zhong Tingyue to the door and said softly, "Young man, let's talk again when we have time."
"Okay."
Guo Kaipeng then added, "Chu Fang, come visit me at my house sometime."
Grandpa Guo Kaipeng frowned as he looked at his grandson. "I'm friends with this young man. How can you address him by his name like that? Do you want to be on the same level as me? Call me 'Grandpa'."
Huh? This?
"That's not a good idea..." Chu Fang thought to himself with a smirk.
Guo Kaipeng listened to his grandfather very well and called him "Uncle Chu" directly.
Zhong Tingyue glanced at her boyfriend sideways. Although she said things like "not so good," she must have been secretly overjoyed.
"Sir, I'll stay in the capital for a few more days, then we can talk again."
Chu Fang couldn't stand the old man's attitude any longer and quickly left.
Watching the two figures disappear from sight, Guo Kaipeng's father asked, "Dad, who is he?"
“Isn’t that young friend invited to our house for dinner by your son? Why are you asking me?” Grandpa Guo Kaipeng looked at his grandson.
Guo Kaipeng scratched his face: "He's just a stranger. I thought he was an ordinary person."
“An ordinary person? Heh.” Upon hearing this, Grandpa Guo Kaipeng repeated, then chuckled, “You guys see me like mice see a cat. Your father is the vice president of the company, managing so many people, and he’s afraid of me too. But that young friend showed no fear whatsoever. Could he be an ordinary person?”
Ordinary people would feel a chill when they saw him, but Chu Fang remained unmoved, treated him as an equal, and even dared to refute him and show off in front of him. This is something that ordinary people cannot do.
The old man noticed an extraordinary aura emanating from Chu Fang as soon as he saw him, and immediately felt a sense of kinship.
Bai Yan's mouth was slightly open as she stared in the direction where the object had disappeared for a long, long time.
She wasn't stupid. At this moment, she also realized that Chu Fang was not as simple as she had imagined, or rather, she had underestimated Zhong Tingyue. Could a man who could be favored by Zhong Tingyue be an ordinary man?
Thinking of how she had boasted about her boyfriend to Zhong Tingyue a few days ago, and how the latter had just smiled, Bai Yan felt her face burning and blushing.
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